Open Poetry #44 |
Separating children |
critical mass Member
since 2009-03-25
Posts 275Michigan |
I heard you crying and I wondered if maybe you need a friend what seems to be the matter Well I wish that I were dead Now that is quite a mouthful said for such a little guy I'm not that small and you should leave before you make him mad I'm not afraid to stay with you if you would like to talk Theres nothing I can say to make you fully understand I'm not some stranger to you I know all about your life for I was born into this box it is my mothers womb Then it is you, I've heard you one or twice inside my head Yes that was me behind your eyes what do you want from me I'm here to help you cope with him and we will set you free I won't be free until I'm dead I've seen this in my dreams Your dreams are really not that close to your reality I am the hope you've prayed for You're an angel from above I'm not an Angel heaven sent at least I don't think so I'm just a part of you or maybe you are part of me I knew that you would come for me today's the day my friend what happens when it's over there will still be you and me And you will stay inside this box and you can go your way I think that I will miss you hush, it's time to take away the pain will you ever come back for me someday when you are strong I feel you in my bruises they don't hurt me any more I feel your smile is coming back I'm losing my control I see you're rising from the box I think that we have won we have and now it's time for you to run along and play I hope that I will see you in the man that we'll become I woke up in a wooden box my hands behind my back The bruises puffed my eyes and urine choked the stagnant air and somewhere in the distance I could hear a laughing child play marbles in the driveway with a cool breeze in his hair. It really doesn't matter who created who that day If it was he created me or possibly the other way I didn't mind the darkness I was born into that chest where a child was dividing, into what he thought was best |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This... breaks my heart. Superb write! |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Critical mass, This is a good poem. Everyone should do what's best. That's your job in life. Bobby |
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critical mass Member
since 2009-03-25
Posts 275Michigan |
suthern sorry about that Robert E. Jordan thanx apparently it is |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
So much more you have to share.you wrote it beautifully. latearrival |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
I have heard that someone who is able to develop other persona to help escape intolerable injustices that are perpetrated upon them, tend to have very bright and creative minds. This aches beyond measure. Wrapping the inner child ~ and outer man ~ with a loving, compassionate hug. Love & Child Light, EA |
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critical mass Member
since 2009-03-25
Posts 275Michigan |
latearrival Earth Angel Thought this one was dead and gone into the cyber trash bin. wasn't sure people would understand this one. Thanks for the replies. CM |
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unboundpoetess Member
since 2008-05-24
Posts 477 |
I'm looking around here wonderin' how did I miss this? I am having all sorts of emotions and really don't know what to say. It's painful and hopeful. It makes me think of my husband and children I have loved. It's bruised and innocent and jaded and desperate and triumphant. It's lost and it's found. Oh, I liked the way you gradually merged your lines for emphasis. And I'm done, lol. Heather |
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critical mass Member
since 2009-03-25
Posts 275Michigan |
unboundpoetess I had a lot of trouble with the merging part of this. It still doesn't look the way I wanted it to but I guess it will have to do. This one may be a tad over the top. Thanks for reading and replying. I'm glad you liked this. CM |
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